Category: book diary

Just recently, I was congratulating myself of how, as the serious, grown up person that I am, I am no longer slacking. I wake up at six even if my entire soul says no, I go for the run even if my entire body says no, I finish the excel sheet even if my entire…

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and Madeleine Thien have featured together in another edition of the book diary, in last September, and seeing them on my list again so soon reminded me how I am what I usually call an impulsive-obsessive reader, namely someone who, when discovering an author she likes will not rest until she gets hold…

I have occasionally attempted to immerse myself in the world of classical music more attentively, often after reading a Murakami novel. He has a way of interweaving the plot with melodic themes, not unlike a composer building up a symphony, which makes you feel that you must listen to the piece itself lest you miss…

I have a kind of claustrophobic fear of reading any further books by Roberto Bolaño, knowing that eventually I will run out of them- for good, as he’s not around to write new ones anymore. 2666, despite the relentless gruesomeness of many of its 912 pages is also one of the most hypnotic novels I’ve…

As promised at the end of the May edition of the book diary, I’ll start this one with Nick Thorpe’s The Danube, a good bit of which I very stylishly read right by the river itself, on the beachy part (just realized what a horrible Hunglish pun this is) of Fellini Kultúrbisztró. Tapping into one…

Gregory House, whom I do occasionally miss and decide I should watch some re-runs then forget about it amidst all the new series I simply must check out, used to say that everybody lies, which is probably true, but these days everybody runs as well. And posts their stats onto whichever social media platform is closest…

Since it’s World Book Day, and the twentieth edition no less, I decided it’s time to sum up my reads for 2017 so far- they look almost measly, as each time on the first of January I imagine the ocean of pages I will read in the year to come, and then hundreds of Facebook…